Recidivists are bound to re-offend;
I am afraid that I am one of these.
I’m bound to let you know, my hapless friend,
That I’ve a dreadful habit. Therefore, freeze!

This is a stick-up! Give me all your cash.
And if you’ve jewelry, hand that over, too.
I’m sorry that I’m acting rather rash,
But I’m impulsive. Yes, oh Lord, it’s true.

I know I’m just a tiny little vole,
And I don’t have a gun; still, I’m not joking!
You won’t believe the pricey things I stole,
And even half my rhymes are rather shocking.

Yes, I’m a desperado rodent cad,
A wily, violent, brutal, cute, and mean
Escapee from the pet store. Yeah! I’m bad:
The most relentless pest you’ve ever seen.

However, I can promise you won’t die,
Assuming that you give me all your loot.
Yes, thank you. You can go now. Aw, well, shoot!
Pal, can you help me rub behind my eye?

Aha, that’s got it. Gramercy, m’sieur.
Please don’t report me to the cops, okay?
I’m scary, but I’m cuddly, and I’m sure
If you sold me out I would make you PAY!

GRRR!
Squeek!